Texty: Pinhead Gunpowder. Shoot The Moon. Junkpile.

I kicked the shelf at the junkpile, one big crash
Sluggo's collection of broken glass
I said, everytime I take my shoes off
Someone's gotta come along and try them on
You know what I mean
It could've been such a wonderful year
I wonder what went wrong

Help me back to last year, now that was something else
Give me something to escape from besides myself
Beside me, inside me
Growl or scowl, I don't care
I could sublet my future I'm not in the picture
I'm not there
It could've been such a wonderful picture
I wonder what went wrong

Someone stole my anger
Someone stole my girl and left me with a cold shoulder
Sluggo said, how can someone steal from you
Something that you never owned?
I said, yeah, it's a damn good trick
I wonder how the hell they do it
What do we own but ourselves, really
And we spend all our time trying to give that away
It could've been such a wonderful year
But now it's just another day